Post by Mike Laszlo on Sept 22, 2012 19:30:13 GMT -6
So out of curiosity, would it be wrong of me to tell you that “I told you so?”
Maybe I should phrase it like this: “I love it when a plan comes together.”
What am I talking about?
I’m talking about this past Sunday in the main event of Collision where I said I would defeat both Joe Everyman and Roberto Verona and low and behold…IT HAPPENED! It happened just as I said it would. I pinned Berto in the center of the ring for the ONE, TWO, THREE!
He sat there and said, “A win over Everyman would be meaningless. You want to prove something? Beat me.” AND I DID!
Now of course that was paraphrasing but you get the gist of it all. So now what do the higher ups have in store for yours truly?
Another match against a man who I defeated. Is there a pattern here? What is going on? Am I destined to face the same people over and over and over again? Have I not proven myself worthy of a shot at one of our other champions? What about Adam Knite and the National Title? Or maybe, dare I say it, Xander or Harold or whatever the hell his name is and the top prize in this company? I’ve beaten a few people here who have had their shot and failed…let me ask…WHEN DO I GET MY SHOT!?
Roberto Verona…beat him…twice. He had his chance and failed.
Will Washington, former Coliseum winner…beat him.
Andrew Jacobsen, the last man to try his hand at taking the World Title…oh, that’s right, beat him too.
Who else do I need to beat to get my shot? Get the shot due to me in time? Xavier Williams? Damn it, I forgot…DID THAT TOO!
I honestly can say that I don’t have a damn clue what else I need to do around here, to be recognized. The talk show hosts talk me up from Spike TV to the Rose Garden, I beat household names, I’ve main evented, I’ve held titles for record lengths of time…there’s not a damn thing left for me to do but take on these champions, beat them, and claim the spot that I’ve clamored for since I got here…my spot at the top.
As they say though…first things first. This Sunday live on Pay Per View, I go to battle…pun totally intended, with Xavier Williams at Battlegrounds. This match really has no meaning. This match is simply filler.
The only thing that can be made of this match is perhaps Xavier wanting to get even with me for beating him a couple months back.
There’s no title on the line.
There’s no livelihood at stake.
There’s not even a real storyline behind it.
We were booked because NCW needed to fill a spot on the Pay Per View card and we happened to be there in their little pool of names. Now granted, having me on the Pay Per View will only increase the ratings, I thought I would have something better to do than face some idiot who calls himself “Black Jesus.”
But, I have nothing better to do Sunday, so I might as well take out all the frustration of being held back from the title picture out on you.
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Title: The Basics (Let’s Start With a Talk)
Location: Mike’s Gym, Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 8:55 AM Eastern Standard Time
September 21, 2012. One would think that a autumn day in Cleveland would be rather chilly; brisk if you will. Nope. Not this year. The sun was out, a few clouds however did dot the sky, but there was no threat of precipitation at this current time. I was outside my workout facility, leaned up against different shades of red brick that were used to construct the walls. I was waiting. Watching from left to right and back again, I watched as a multitude of cars passed by. Some pulled in and went in for their daily workouts, others simply carrying on with their daily routine. I was waiting for my public relations assistant, Ms. Caffrey. Part of our deal was me teaching her how to be a wrestler. Our training was supposed to start a few weeks back but things just got so hectic that I had to put it off.
I could put it off no longer as the young woman who handled my business affairs was getting anxious and she let me know about it every second she got. So, it was time to turn this young, very sexed up business woman into an ass kicking machine, the likes that have never been seen before. I told her nine o’clock and it was five til. All of a sudden, to my left, a silver Kia Soul pulls in and into the spot right in front of me. Alexis jumps from the vehicle with her bag and runs up to me at the front door.
Alexis Caffrey: Am I on time? I got stuck in traffic and…and…and…
All the talking was hurting my head. After all, it wasn’t even nine in the morning yet.
Mike Laszlo: Shhhhhhhh. You’re fine. Come on in.
The two of us head into the building and toward my office. I could see her head on a swivel as she passed some of the gym patrons in her black spandex shorts, and her hot pink, midriff revealing work out top, her ponytail swaying from side to side with each step. The look on her face got more and more nerve racking as we continued to pass all of the different machinery, and eventually the ring. She followed me into my office and I motioned for her to have a seat.
Closing the door behind her, she has a seat in one of the visitor chairs as I walk around the desk to my own chair.
Alexis Caffrey: Aren’t we going to work out?
Mike Laszlo: We’ll get there. First I want to inform you of a few things.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay.
Leaning forward in my chair, I folded my hands on the desk in front of me. Slowly I looked the young lady up and down, sizing her up for the journey of which she was about to embark upon.
Mike Laszlo: I’m letting you know now that I am one tough guy when it comes to training people. I think of it as a reflection upon myself. The better you are, the better it makes me look.
Alexis Caffrey: Makes sense.
Mike Laszlo: Good. Next, until we get you the basics and I smooth things out with NCW Brass, we’re strictly training, no ringside appearances just yet.
Alexis Caffrey: But…
Mike Laszlo: NO! Like I said, you are a reflection on me. My valet isn’t going to be some bimbo who stands at the ring like a cheerleader.
Alexis Caffrey: Did you just call me a bimb…
Mike Laszlo: That’s not how I meant it. There’s so many others who accompany their guy to the ring and can take care of themselves and I just want you to be able to the same.
I could tell that the little bit of news was a little more than upsetting to the young lady. It had to be done though. Let’s face it, she knew from the beginning that this would be tough…though I’m sure she didn’t realize just HOW tough it was going to be. She let that thought rattle around in her head for a moment and finally came to the conclusion that she wasn’t gonna get anywhere with an argument.
Alexis Caffrey: Fine, anything else master?
I win. A smile forms over my face.
Mike Laszlo: Yes grasshopper, there’s more.
Almost as if on cue, there was a knock at my door.
Mike Laszlo: COME ON IN!
The door swung open and through it walked a young girl, looked to be around twenty-one, in fact, I knew she was twenty-one. She had shoulder length blonde hair and an overall appearance that one would say was easy on the eyes. She walked in and sat next to Alexis in the adjacent chair.
Mike Laszlo: Alexis, this is my first and to date, only trainee, Ashley Mastrangelo.
The two girls shake hands.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nice to meet you Alexis.
Alexis Caffrey: Likewise. Is he as hard as he says?
Ashley looks at me with a smile, and then turns back to Alexis.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I won’t lie. At first, he was worse than a drill instructor in the army. After a little bit though I realized that he had me on the right path and that he meant nothing but good for me. So I got over my own stubbornness and hard headed way of thinking and he led me to a gig in the CWF.
Alexis Caffrey: CWF?
Mike Laszlo: A wrestling organization that treats talented wrestlers, both male and female, like crap and only pushes their own agenda.
Alexis Caffrey: Geez! Hope I don’t end up there.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry about it. I am in affiliation with a much better federation and an overall better situation.
Alexis Caffrey: Thank God.
Alexis turns her head toward Ashley, a bit puzzled seems to be the look on her face.
Alexis Caffrey: Why don’t I see you on NCW programming?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Mike says that I’m not ready yet. I told him that I didn’t want to be a manager and he told me that I would have to become far more skilled than I currently am to compete. I have been to some of the shows though and let me tell you…those girls can kick butt.
Alexis then turns her head toward me.
Alexis Caffrey: So the manager situation is just a fast track to some exposure?
Mike Laszlo: I suppose. However, we’re still a ways away from that.
Alexis Caffrey: Ugh…
Mike Laszlo: So, anyway. The reason I brought Ashley in, is now that I have two students, I can teach you both at the same time, and you two can spar against one another, practice moves, whatever and I don’t have to be accused of sexual harassment or anything of the sort.
Alexis Caffrey: I would never…
Mike Laszlo: I know, I’m just kidding. This just makes it easier on me. Less risk of injury if I stand back and criticize. That said…we’ll head out to the ring and start with the basics.
The two girls stand from their seat as we walk out of the room and head for the ring in the center of the gym, that I put off limits to the local boxing groups that come in for the specific purpose of working with Ashley and Alexis.
Ashley headed to the locker room to change into her ring gear as Alexis and I got in the ring.
Mike Laszlo: No punching or kicking. They always say that a good wrestler knows how to fall. Today, she’s going to teach you that art and how to make it look as real as possible. Wrestling’s outcomes may be determined, but the action that happens between these ropes, and sometimes just out in the world…as I can attest to, are real. I’ve killed two people in this ring because they didn’t know what they were doing. If you land the wrong way you can get seriously hurt, and I don’t want that to happen.
Alexis simply nods her head, soaking in every bit of knowledge that I can embark on her. Looking over her shoulder I could see Ashley skipping from the locker room toward the ring. As she runs up the steps and enters the ring, the two girls go to the center as do I.
Mike Laszlo: I’ve talked all I can talk. Time for the basics!
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So where was I?
Oh…
Yeah…
That’s right. I was talking about being held out of both the National and World Title pictures and how that absolutely, no doubt about it, pisses me off to no end.
This Sunday Xavier, it’s really not personal at all. I have no beef with you personally. I don’t like you. I don’t hate you. To be quite honest, my feelings toward you are indifferent. I don’t care what you’ve done in the past; I don’t care about what you said about me last time we faced off; and I damn sure don’t care what you think you’re going to do to me at Battlegrounds.
What you think, and what I know…are two totally different things.
I’m sure you THINK you’re going to beat me.
I KNOW that I WILL beat you.
That however, isn’t where it ends. Unfortunately for you Xavier, you’re in the wrong place, at the wrong time. This Sunday, you’re not going to be standing across the ring from the longest reigning Honor and X Champion. You won’t be standing across the ring from a man who is able to rest on his laurels because of his accomplishments.
This Sunday…
Battlegrounds…
You’ll be standing across the ring from a man, who apparently, still has something to prove to NCW. You’ll be standing across the ring from a man who feels that his back is up against the wall and that he has everything to gain and absolutely nothing to lose.
Last week I refocused and I beat one of the hottest streaking men in NCW. This week the focus is on you. This is the beginning of my ascension. This is the beginning of the trail of evidence that will show those in charge that I am worthy of the next level; that I am capable of carrying this company; and that I am warranted when I tell you, NCW Brass, and the world that I am the BEST PERIOD!
Maybe I should phrase it like this: “I love it when a plan comes together.”
What am I talking about?
I’m talking about this past Sunday in the main event of Collision where I said I would defeat both Joe Everyman and Roberto Verona and low and behold…IT HAPPENED! It happened just as I said it would. I pinned Berto in the center of the ring for the ONE, TWO, THREE!
He sat there and said, “A win over Everyman would be meaningless. You want to prove something? Beat me.” AND I DID!
Now of course that was paraphrasing but you get the gist of it all. So now what do the higher ups have in store for yours truly?
Another match against a man who I defeated. Is there a pattern here? What is going on? Am I destined to face the same people over and over and over again? Have I not proven myself worthy of a shot at one of our other champions? What about Adam Knite and the National Title? Or maybe, dare I say it, Xander or Harold or whatever the hell his name is and the top prize in this company? I’ve beaten a few people here who have had their shot and failed…let me ask…WHEN DO I GET MY SHOT!?
Roberto Verona…beat him…twice. He had his chance and failed.
Will Washington, former Coliseum winner…beat him.
Andrew Jacobsen, the last man to try his hand at taking the World Title…oh, that’s right, beat him too.
Who else do I need to beat to get my shot? Get the shot due to me in time? Xavier Williams? Damn it, I forgot…DID THAT TOO!
I honestly can say that I don’t have a damn clue what else I need to do around here, to be recognized. The talk show hosts talk me up from Spike TV to the Rose Garden, I beat household names, I’ve main evented, I’ve held titles for record lengths of time…there’s not a damn thing left for me to do but take on these champions, beat them, and claim the spot that I’ve clamored for since I got here…my spot at the top.
As they say though…first things first. This Sunday live on Pay Per View, I go to battle…pun totally intended, with Xavier Williams at Battlegrounds. This match really has no meaning. This match is simply filler.
The only thing that can be made of this match is perhaps Xavier wanting to get even with me for beating him a couple months back.
There’s no title on the line.
There’s no livelihood at stake.
There’s not even a real storyline behind it.
We were booked because NCW needed to fill a spot on the Pay Per View card and we happened to be there in their little pool of names. Now granted, having me on the Pay Per View will only increase the ratings, I thought I would have something better to do than face some idiot who calls himself “Black Jesus.”
But, I have nothing better to do Sunday, so I might as well take out all the frustration of being held back from the title picture out on you.
====================
Title: The Basics (Let’s Start With a Talk)
Location: Mike’s Gym, Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 8:55 AM Eastern Standard Time
September 21, 2012. One would think that a autumn day in Cleveland would be rather chilly; brisk if you will. Nope. Not this year. The sun was out, a few clouds however did dot the sky, but there was no threat of precipitation at this current time. I was outside my workout facility, leaned up against different shades of red brick that were used to construct the walls. I was waiting. Watching from left to right and back again, I watched as a multitude of cars passed by. Some pulled in and went in for their daily workouts, others simply carrying on with their daily routine. I was waiting for my public relations assistant, Ms. Caffrey. Part of our deal was me teaching her how to be a wrestler. Our training was supposed to start a few weeks back but things just got so hectic that I had to put it off.
I could put it off no longer as the young woman who handled my business affairs was getting anxious and she let me know about it every second she got. So, it was time to turn this young, very sexed up business woman into an ass kicking machine, the likes that have never been seen before. I told her nine o’clock and it was five til. All of a sudden, to my left, a silver Kia Soul pulls in and into the spot right in front of me. Alexis jumps from the vehicle with her bag and runs up to me at the front door.
Alexis Caffrey: Am I on time? I got stuck in traffic and…and…and…
All the talking was hurting my head. After all, it wasn’t even nine in the morning yet.
Mike Laszlo: Shhhhhhhh. You’re fine. Come on in.
The two of us head into the building and toward my office. I could see her head on a swivel as she passed some of the gym patrons in her black spandex shorts, and her hot pink, midriff revealing work out top, her ponytail swaying from side to side with each step. The look on her face got more and more nerve racking as we continued to pass all of the different machinery, and eventually the ring. She followed me into my office and I motioned for her to have a seat.
Closing the door behind her, she has a seat in one of the visitor chairs as I walk around the desk to my own chair.
Alexis Caffrey: Aren’t we going to work out?
Mike Laszlo: We’ll get there. First I want to inform you of a few things.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay.
Leaning forward in my chair, I folded my hands on the desk in front of me. Slowly I looked the young lady up and down, sizing her up for the journey of which she was about to embark upon.
Mike Laszlo: I’m letting you know now that I am one tough guy when it comes to training people. I think of it as a reflection upon myself. The better you are, the better it makes me look.
Alexis Caffrey: Makes sense.
Mike Laszlo: Good. Next, until we get you the basics and I smooth things out with NCW Brass, we’re strictly training, no ringside appearances just yet.
Alexis Caffrey: But…
Mike Laszlo: NO! Like I said, you are a reflection on me. My valet isn’t going to be some bimbo who stands at the ring like a cheerleader.
Alexis Caffrey: Did you just call me a bimb…
Mike Laszlo: That’s not how I meant it. There’s so many others who accompany their guy to the ring and can take care of themselves and I just want you to be able to the same.
I could tell that the little bit of news was a little more than upsetting to the young lady. It had to be done though. Let’s face it, she knew from the beginning that this would be tough…though I’m sure she didn’t realize just HOW tough it was going to be. She let that thought rattle around in her head for a moment and finally came to the conclusion that she wasn’t gonna get anywhere with an argument.
Alexis Caffrey: Fine, anything else master?
I win. A smile forms over my face.
Mike Laszlo: Yes grasshopper, there’s more.
Almost as if on cue, there was a knock at my door.
Mike Laszlo: COME ON IN!
The door swung open and through it walked a young girl, looked to be around twenty-one, in fact, I knew she was twenty-one. She had shoulder length blonde hair and an overall appearance that one would say was easy on the eyes. She walked in and sat next to Alexis in the adjacent chair.
Mike Laszlo: Alexis, this is my first and to date, only trainee, Ashley Mastrangelo.
The two girls shake hands.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Nice to meet you Alexis.
Alexis Caffrey: Likewise. Is he as hard as he says?
Ashley looks at me with a smile, and then turns back to Alexis.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I won’t lie. At first, he was worse than a drill instructor in the army. After a little bit though I realized that he had me on the right path and that he meant nothing but good for me. So I got over my own stubbornness and hard headed way of thinking and he led me to a gig in the CWF.
Alexis Caffrey: CWF?
Mike Laszlo: A wrestling organization that treats talented wrestlers, both male and female, like crap and only pushes their own agenda.
Alexis Caffrey: Geez! Hope I don’t end up there.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t worry about it. I am in affiliation with a much better federation and an overall better situation.
Alexis Caffrey: Thank God.
Alexis turns her head toward Ashley, a bit puzzled seems to be the look on her face.
Alexis Caffrey: Why don’t I see you on NCW programming?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Mike says that I’m not ready yet. I told him that I didn’t want to be a manager and he told me that I would have to become far more skilled than I currently am to compete. I have been to some of the shows though and let me tell you…those girls can kick butt.
Alexis then turns her head toward me.
Alexis Caffrey: So the manager situation is just a fast track to some exposure?
Mike Laszlo: I suppose. However, we’re still a ways away from that.
Alexis Caffrey: Ugh…
Mike Laszlo: So, anyway. The reason I brought Ashley in, is now that I have two students, I can teach you both at the same time, and you two can spar against one another, practice moves, whatever and I don’t have to be accused of sexual harassment or anything of the sort.
Alexis Caffrey: I would never…
Mike Laszlo: I know, I’m just kidding. This just makes it easier on me. Less risk of injury if I stand back and criticize. That said…we’ll head out to the ring and start with the basics.
The two girls stand from their seat as we walk out of the room and head for the ring in the center of the gym, that I put off limits to the local boxing groups that come in for the specific purpose of working with Ashley and Alexis.
Ashley headed to the locker room to change into her ring gear as Alexis and I got in the ring.
Mike Laszlo: No punching or kicking. They always say that a good wrestler knows how to fall. Today, she’s going to teach you that art and how to make it look as real as possible. Wrestling’s outcomes may be determined, but the action that happens between these ropes, and sometimes just out in the world…as I can attest to, are real. I’ve killed two people in this ring because they didn’t know what they were doing. If you land the wrong way you can get seriously hurt, and I don’t want that to happen.
Alexis simply nods her head, soaking in every bit of knowledge that I can embark on her. Looking over her shoulder I could see Ashley skipping from the locker room toward the ring. As she runs up the steps and enters the ring, the two girls go to the center as do I.
Mike Laszlo: I’ve talked all I can talk. Time for the basics!
====================
So where was I?
Oh…
Yeah…
That’s right. I was talking about being held out of both the National and World Title pictures and how that absolutely, no doubt about it, pisses me off to no end.
This Sunday Xavier, it’s really not personal at all. I have no beef with you personally. I don’t like you. I don’t hate you. To be quite honest, my feelings toward you are indifferent. I don’t care what you’ve done in the past; I don’t care about what you said about me last time we faced off; and I damn sure don’t care what you think you’re going to do to me at Battlegrounds.
What you think, and what I know…are two totally different things.
I’m sure you THINK you’re going to beat me.
I KNOW that I WILL beat you.
That however, isn’t where it ends. Unfortunately for you Xavier, you’re in the wrong place, at the wrong time. This Sunday, you’re not going to be standing across the ring from the longest reigning Honor and X Champion. You won’t be standing across the ring from a man who is able to rest on his laurels because of his accomplishments.
This Sunday…
Battlegrounds…
You’ll be standing across the ring from a man, who apparently, still has something to prove to NCW. You’ll be standing across the ring from a man who feels that his back is up against the wall and that he has everything to gain and absolutely nothing to lose.
Last week I refocused and I beat one of the hottest streaking men in NCW. This week the focus is on you. This is the beginning of my ascension. This is the beginning of the trail of evidence that will show those in charge that I am worthy of the next level; that I am capable of carrying this company; and that I am warranted when I tell you, NCW Brass, and the world that I am the BEST PERIOD!
